Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the grea...t fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We do not wish to injure you.... But if you again plunge your knives into the breasts of our people, I shall send a force which wi...ll severely punish you for your cruelties.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is a country full of evergreen trees, of mossy silver birches and watery maples,... a country diversified with innumerable lake...s and rapid streams, peopled with trout ... salmon, shad, and pickerel, and other fishes; the forest resounding at rare intervals with the note of the chickadee, the blue jay, and the woodpecker, the scream of the fish hawk and the eagle, the laugh of the loon, and the whistle of ducks along the solitary streams; at night, with the hooting of owls and howling of wolves; in summer, swarming with myriads of black flies and mosquitoes, more formidable than wolves to the white man. Such is the home of the moose, the bear, the caribou, the wolf, the beaver, and the Indian.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We live in a highly industrialized society and every member of the Black nation must be as academically and technologically develo...ped as possible. To wage a revolution, we need competent teachers, doctors, nurses, electronics experts, chemists, biologists, physicists, political scientists, and so on and so forth. Black women sitting at home reading bedtime stories to their children are just not going to make it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »